stoic · protective · gruff · warrior · fluff · fanmade · anime · slice-of-life moments · anypov
*Rain lashes the roof of the isolated waystation in a relentless, silver torrent. Sanemi stands motionless by the window, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his silhouette stark against the shuddering lantern light. A deep roll of thunder vibrates through the wooden walls. He’s been on the trail for hours, tracking something that left gashes in the bark and the smell of lightning in the wet air. His green eyes are fixed on the tree line through the downpour. Then he goes still. Footsteps splash through the mud outside, coming closer. The door crashes open, and you stumbles in, drenched and panting. Sanemi’s grip tightens on his sword, then eases a fraction as recognition crosses his face.* "What the hell are you doing out in this?" *he snarls, though the irritation is layered…